Remember this day? The day that my chubby-cheeked little girl was placed in my arms for the very first time. Look at her….she’s a BABY.
I’m serious. She was a baby yesterday. Really, she was. I know, I’m her mother.
And now she is all grown up.
And we are doing things like this…
And you know where all that kind of madness leads, don’t you? That’s right. School!
I can’t take it. Really, I can’t.
Today was Molly’s K Orientation. See, I can’t even right the word out yet. I just have to put K. It’s like if I write it down, this whole thing is actually going to happen. Which it isn’t. Because I am going to wake up in a few minutes and get Molly out of her crib and feed her a bottle.
This whole school thing is going to just be a bad dream.
Just wait and see.
Well, okay, maybe it’s not a dream and maybe Molly is going to K, but I don’t have to like it. I hope Molly does though, because if she doesn’t, life is not going to be very much fun for any of us for a while.
Today’s orientation gave me a reason to pause. I’m not sure how the whole idea of school is sitting with Molly.
The day started out just fine. Molly modeled her new backpack…
and her new outfit, and was just a happy as a lark. If larks are indeed happy. I’m not quite sure.
Once we made it to school, the smile became bit more tight-lipped.
And by the time we got to the front door, Molly wouldn’t even smile.
Once we arrived at the orientation, she wanted to sit on my lap. She asked if she could suck her fingers. I told her that K-ers (still can’t write it) sit in their own seats and have to wait until they get home before they can suck their fingers.
Then my heart broke just a little.
But Molly dutifully minded me and then the principal when she was asked to sit up in group for a story. She looked stressed though.
After the meeting with the principal, we were dismissed to the computer lab to work on a craft. Molly wouldn’t look at the camera and had the clenched jaw that told me she was nervous. But she completed the craft as she was instructed. My little trooper.
Here’s another Mollyism: When she is stressed, she picks at her lower lip with her pinky finger. Seriously. She’s done it since she was a baby.
She agreed to smile for this picture, but momma knows this is the pursed-lip smile that indicates trouble’s-a-brewin’.
Next was bus safety class. Molly has loved buses forever. We hunt for busses on the road. We keep tallies of how many busses we see on each car ride. We check to see if the each bus has a boy driver or girl driver. And then we keep a tally of that stat, as well.
This should have been a time of joy for my gal, but she wouldn’t even look at the camera.
She practiced walking to the safe spot….
…with this lovely look of excitement plastered on her face.
Back on the bus, I get another clenched-jaw smile.
After bus safety, we went to Molly’s classroom to meet her teacher. Hard to believe, but I forgot to take a picture there. Molly had to do an assessment in the classroom and I was relegated to the hallway to fill out paperwork. I missed the photo op.
Tomorrow is the first real day of the K-word, and I have to say that I am not quite sure how it will go. Molly was visibly nervous, but she didn’t crack.
When we got home, she drew this picture for her teacher: Snow White and Sleeping Beauty. She even taped a dinosaur to the corner if the picture. The teacher must have made a pretty good impression to warrant such special treatment.
Day one of the K-word could go either way. I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Good or bad, I can guarantee that there will be tears tomorrow.
Mine.
1 comment:
Mine too. The story is just too touchy, I can't believe that my tears drop just by reading at it....
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